Now That The Walls
For today, this poem by Mark Nepo:
Now That I Feel
how little time there is, I’m
falling in love with everything:
the stranger whose name I’ll
never know, and the crow
pecking at the half bagel
she left for him.
Now that the walls I didn’t
know were walls have come
down, I want to care for
everything. And the sun
warming in all directions
without preference is
showing me how.
Today my heart aches,
not because something is
lacking, but because the love
I’ve carried all along is bursting
through all the gates of choice.